You were in my dreams today again. We walked the world as we do, chatting of things shaping our lives. I woke up with a hole in my soul. It was an illusion, you are not here, you sleep in your bed (unaware of the changes at night...). I'd love to hold you close for a moment to overcome this hollow feeling. But you are not here and outside a new dawn is waiting to entangle me in absurdity of capitalism. How little we can of the things we want...